This time-shifting stuff isn't for me. I hate getting out of bed every morning, and today wasn't actually much worse than usual. It just isn't what I do best. I had a hard time dragging my body around, and I have to say that not much work got done. The nine baseball games (and one basketball game) on TV didn't help, but it was mostly just the fact that my eyes were at half mast and my brain didn't know what time it was.
The weather turned almost wintry, too. It was cloudy and windy and much cooler than it has been, and I could feel it in my head and throat.
I guess I have to admit that I don't react well to changes. The time and weather are beyond my control, but when I have a choice between moving and standing still, I'll choose stagnation most of the time. This natural vegetative state is a condition I've fought against, with some success.
It used to be that I rarely accepted invitations to do anything new. Now I've conditioned myself to say yes to new things, although the chance doesn't come up often. Since I don't like to go to new places alone, I'm always grateful when I get invited to go somewhere I've been curious about.
Today, though, was one of those days when I was happy and relieved to work at home (not that I "worked" much, but at least I didn't have to go anywhere or talk to anyone in my degraded condition). I was tired and irritable all day. I took offense at the cows roaming the field next door, and I chattered back crossly at the blue jays. Imagine how I would have responded if there had been people around to get on my last frayed nerve.